Hi Humans,

It’s Me, God (Akal Purakh, Allah,  Elohim, Goddess,  Ja, Jehova, Kaivalya, Krishna, Love, Olodumare, Om, Yahweh, Zeus, and whatever else y’all are calling Me these days. Thank you Wikipedia).

I wanted to stop in to ask you a question. Nothing fancy, this won’t be on a test or anything. Your answer won’t send you to Hell, I promise. There is some thing you do that perplexes Me, and that’s saying a lot considering I’m all knowing and what not. And you’d think I would know the why, but even in My infinite wisdom, there are still things when it comes to humans I just don’t get, so if you’ve got a minute, indulge Me. Please.

Oh, and another side note.  I didn’t authorize any biographies so those books you’re toting around claiming to be “MY Word”, yeah…not so much.  You see, I don’t talk to humans in a straight forward, “here, let me repeat that so you can write it down” kind of  way. I prefer a more free flowing type of prose so I speak in the world as it appears naturally around you. In the grass you see growing, the water as it rises and falls. Animal calls and the circle of life; evolutionary changes and such. I chat through all things in their natural state. Through life – birth, growth, aging; and Death – transition. So, you may want to put those books down, come out of those mega expensive, monster, concrete and glass caves you’ve built supposedly to worship Me in and spend more time OUTSIDE, WITH ME and listen.

But now, back to why I’m here today. What’s with all the hate and using your belief in Me to justify it? You do realize all this fear of the other, of different thoughts, beliefs, and such has NOTHING to do with Me.  That’s all you.  Humans came up with that and it is Humans who continue to practice it. I couldn’t care less because if you recall, I’m EVERYTHING. It’s all ME. How much sense would it make for Me to hate certain parts of Myself to the point that I want to harm, punish, or even kill them? Sure, you humans do that kind of thing all the time. But that’s you. Not ME. Own your bullshit and stop justifying it based on those books I was telling you about that I didn’t authorize nor contribute to. If it occurs in nature, then it’s all right with ME.

So seriously, what gives?

Sincerely and with THE LOVE,

God

This came to me while in that state between fully awake and asleep. I’m not claiming it to be a direct conversation, just some words as I heard them. All of my writing comes from voices in my head. Divine? Who’s to say.

Enjoy you day.

Love, Dana

Let’s Talk.

A reason for some home town pride.

Courageous Conversations: Being Black in Colorado

I went to college in Alabama. I was asked before leaving Colorado if I was afraid to be going “down south”.  I wasn’t. Or at least I don’t remember being afraid. Looking back, I can tell you the experience showed me a lot about racism…as it existed in Colorado.  You see, in Alabama, it was clear cut that most white people weren’t going to pay attention to me other than to make sure I wasn’t behaving in any stereotypical ways. There were clear cut lines as to where I belonged as a young, Black woman in the areas I spent most of my time. Hence my general discomfort anywhere outside the metro areas of Montgomery (AL), Birmingham (AL), Atlanta (GA), Savannah (GA), and Tallahassee (FL).  The more rural areas, even today aren’t places I want to live or be after dark.

But in Colorado. The lines weren’t as clearly drawn as much as I remember. I never felt as if I wasn’t “allowed” certain places, but there’d be this undeniable, purposeful dismissal. Being blatantly ignored by whites, openly passed over…in certain places and situations, I would cease to exist. It was WEIRD.  Southern whites would look me in my face and deny me – that was clear.  In Colorado, they’d smile at everyone, give everyone eye contact, EXCEPT me.  “Good morning, may I help you” to the whites who’d walked in before me, and when I crossed the threshold, smiling and ready with my “Hello, how are you?”, suddenly everyone’s attention would be diverted and I’d receive no greeting. I can give you countless examples of this type of treatment in Colorado and not one during my time in the south because as I said, the lines were crystal clear and so I never spent time in places I knew I wasn’t going to be welcomed.  In Colorado, that subtle dismissal of my very existences would be at random times, at random places. One day I’d be met with a semblance of respect and a polite attitude, at others, in the same place, I’d be shunned or eyed with great suspicion. As I got older, I realized it was subtle enough to keep me distrustful and always on edge – a state of mind and body that can wreck havoc on sleep, stress levels, and such.

 

Anyway, be sure to click the link above (Courageous Conversations…) and catch a glimpse at how folks in Denver are gearing up to begin talking about such things and hopefully, create some positive dialog and change in how humans are treated in the MileHi (and maybe beyond).

Thank you.

Love,

Dana

 

 

It’s Not That I Don’t Care…

Or that I’m not interested. It’s that it’s all still too much to take in. The never ending hate; the underlying fear that his shenanigans will trigger a nuclear World War III that will surely be the end of us all.

I continue to BE the love, respect, acceptance, and common sense I seek in what laughingly passes as our nation’s leadership at this point.

I speak up, speak out, and stand firm in my belief that there is some amazing good that will come from all of this.

And from my mom…

Subject: Fwd: here’s a promising way to help the activist fight

Since Paul Ryan has blocked his office phones and fax numbers, and is turning away people who show up to deliver petitions, it’s time to change tactics.
Please mail post cards to his home address saying NO to defunding Planned Parenthood, NO to repealing the ACA, NO to privatizing Medicare

and NO to preventing Muslims from entering our country

! (I’m sending one card for each.)Please copy and paste this info and share. Let’s see what 67 million cards in the driveway looks like!

Paul Ryan
700 St. Lawrence Ave.
Janesville, WI  53545
So yeah, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I care too much and am stuck in the suffering part which for me, has me withdrawing as a means of protecting my psyche. I’m working now to overcome that part so I can function and keep moving forward; so I can apply my creativity to solutions.

Why Empathy is a Bad Thing

I care. I care deeply for ALL of us who are affected by the bullshit decisions our so called leaders (and this is across the board – look at the number of governments that promote greed, subjugation, segregation, slavery, hate, fear, and war as a means of “governing”) make on a daily basis. Make no bones about it – they won’t be the ones going to war, dying for a (pardon the pun here) trumped up cause (I’m finding it funny that trump in this case means FAKE), or being blown-up by terrorist bombs at innocent sporting events.
So yeah, I fucking care. I’m just not one to cry in public so excuse me if I come across as naive, or as if I’m burying my head in the sand in hopes of avoiding the ugliness. Believe me, I am far from being oblivious.
Stand strong loves. We are in for one hell of a dark ride.
I. LOVE. YOU.
Dana

Did it Happen?

We’re nine days in and I’m waiting for all these “new” people to show up.  The slogans were tossed about without any hesitation as they always are, “New Year, New You”…and the many variations.  Yet as I’ve gone about my days so far, I’m seeing a lot of the same, angry, afraid, zombies that I saw before the calendar page flipped and the fireworks (and AUTOMATIC GUN FIRE) went off. Oh sure, they may be running through the neighborhood with their flashy new running gear, or crowding up the gyms in their flashy new work out gear, but their faces…just look at their faces.  When they’re not aimed solely at their cell phones, that is.

I made no such promises this year. As I mentioned a post or so ago, I’m in a recovery of sorts. Recovering from 42 years of negative self-image, low self-esteem, and trying to figure out what I want to be when (IF) I grew up. First things first, realized I had spent most of those years trying to gain the love and acceptance of my dad; trying to be a person he would love and accept; a woman he thought was beautiful, and worthy of his time.  He’s been dead since 1999 (or 2001, I always get the date wrong…a Freudian based, deliberate forgetfulness perhaps?).

*Spoiler Alert* You can’t gain the approval of a dead person.  Who knew?

And about that growing up part. That was based on what I thought I was “supposed” to be like at this age. HA! I can remember when I was a pre-teen and I decided that adults were, to put it bluntly, f*@#$ in the head.  They had their moments of fun and frivolity, but for the most part, they were angry, tired, zoned out, disconnected, curmudgeons. They only seemed to have a good time if there was alcohol involved. They didn’t have dreams or goals they were working for, oh no.  They had JOBS and the only hope they had of finally getting to do the things they wanted to do was when and if they RETIRED WELL – as in retired and had enough money to do more than exist day to day until they died.  Yeah, well, at the ripe old age of about 9 or so, I decided that was not the life for me.

Forty years later and I noticed I’d accidently slipped into Adult. Oh, there were rebellions along the way. My mid 30’s to mid 40’s were the bomb! lol…I partied, I played, I was irresponsible to a certain extent. I was the fun parent who set relatively light boundaries on my kid (thank the Goddess she didn’t run amok).  Think Edina Monsoon from AB Fab and her daughter, Saffron.  Without the drugs.

I had a blast. An empty, joy deadening, blast.

Hmmm. Took a downward turn there, eh?  Where was I?  Oh yeah, so I look up and realize that I’d slipped into being THAT grown-up. So, I took myself to rehab and have been in recovery since November.

Between you and me…I think it’s working ;-).

Hope you’re “new year” is off to a good, strong, start.

Love,

Dana

 

This Morning’s Prayer

So the hate train has pulled into the station and its occupants are poised to be in power for a minute. Those of us being hated feel some modicum of fear. I get that. I also get that in order to become really good at something, “you have to get terrible out of the way.” In other words, you have to do something badly often enough that you get to a point where you’re not so bad. “Practice makes perfect” provided you’re paying attention and learning from your mistakes. Eventually, you’re going to get good.

Our country (well, let’s be honest, humanity as a whole), isn’t so good at inclusion, acceptance, managing fear, or governing its self. Each go round, as in each generation, we have our moments of suckage. Of truly terrible. But with each generation, we managed to learn a little something and suck a little less. The changes in the right direction aren’t obvious or very noticeable in the moment, but hindsight (history) shows the baby steps.

In light of that point of view, I’m choosing to believe this latest happening is the catalyst for the next forward step toward sucking just a little less. Another baby-step forward if you will that we’ll learn from and do better at next time.

I pray the suck doesn’t come with a massive loss of life but let’s face it, human nature.  There will be bloodshed.

I continue to BE the peace, tolerance, acceptance, love, courage, and faith I want to see in the world. Amen.

be-the-change

(from top to bottom, left to right:  Ghandi, Maya Angelou, Mother Teresa, Li Yinhe, Malcom X, Malala Yousafzai, MLK Jr., Gloria Steinem)

Love,

Dana